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The original letter is hidden somewhere safe in Paris....November 19, 2013
Dear Tariku,
As I write this, you are at home with your dad and I am bumming around Paris. I hope you’re not too mad at me—either right now or when you someday read this. I’ve never been able to shake my wanderlust, and for as long as I can, I will always go off on an adventure now and then. I miss your face all the time when I’m gone.
In a life blessed with a lot of wandering, you are still my grandest adventure.
As I sit here, I picture you as a young man—tall and wild, curious, and joyful (as you always have been)—rambling through these beautiful streets one day. I hope you're having the time of your life. I wish for you a wondrous journey, filled with love. I wish for you a safe journey home.
I love you to the moon and back. Remember that? Stop rolling your eyes. Call your old mom sometime, she misses you.
Love, Mom
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